Chapter 168：

When Lin Chuan and Jiu Shu three were enjoying themselves in the Yizhuang.

At the same time, the outskirts of the night.

Ren's original graveyard.

A middle-aged man, wearing a gray robe.

Was above the cemetery, constantly wandering and observing.

I saw, after wandering for a while, he slowly squatted down, grabbed a handful of loess, put it on his nose, and took a bite.

In the eyes of ordinary people, loess is very normal.

He smelled a trace of corpse gas.

Moreover, the soil is very soft, obviously it was dug up and then buried again.

"Hahaha, sure enough, the family listened to my master's words and moved the grave to release the zombies."

Throwing the loess in his hand, the grey-robed Taoist burst into laughter.

"Heh, my master dare to grab the graveyard that my master wants, and let it be given to you just for setting up the situation...I really thought it would only make you unsuccessful for 18 years, and your family will be in trouble."

"Moving the grave after eighteen years is to release the zombies and kill all the blood of the Ren family... What you want is the Ren family, you will kill off your children and grandchildren!"

"By the way, let this zombie be the material for me to refine the corpse!"

There was a burst of laughter.

The voice was loud, and it seemed very strange in this suburb.

After laughing for a long time, the gray-robed Taoist priest slowly recovered his calm.

Counting the time, the zombies should have been bloodthirsty for their relatives and have been in chaos for nearly a month.

At this time, sucking so many living human essence and blood, the corpse qi and suffocation must be extremely strong and powerful.

Not in vain, his master set up a bureau to train this zombie for eighteen years.

Now the great zombies are the best material for making golden armor and evil corpses!

Thinking, the gray-robed Taoist priest, took out gossip and a few copper coins.

He sat cross-legged on the graveyard and began to calculate.

Ding……

As the copper coins landed, the grey-robed Taoist priest checked the results.

"Strange, I can't figure out the location of the zombie."

The grey-robed Taoist frowned.

A trace of puzzlement appeared on the face close to madness.

Then, it was calculated a few more times.

It's just that, without exception, it's nothing.

It is as if the zombie cultivated by his master set up the game, disappeared out of thin air!

After trying a few times, the gray-robed Taoist priest could only give up, and instead calculate the fate of the Ren family at this time.

It stands to reason that it should be the fate of extermination of children and grandchildren.

But when he saw the result, his expression was obviously taken aback.

This Ren family, instead of weaning off children and grandchildren, is getting better fortune.

"Someone helped them, broke this feng shui bureau, and destroyed the zombies!"

The gray-robed Taoist priest was full of anger.

"Dare to destroy the zombies my master has been raising for 18 years, the best material for refining the golden corpses."

"Whoever it is, you must die!"

There was a low roar, and the murderous intent broke out.

Roar!

Roar!

And not far from the cemetery, two beast roars erupted.

A fierce intent erupted, and the corpse was soaring!

It is the two zombies controlled by the gray-robed Taoist priest!

"Tomorrow, go to Renjia Town, find out the whereabouts of the Feng Shui master, and kill him first."

"Without the Feng Shui master, I will kill Renjia Town again!"

...

the next day.

Lin Chuan woke up.

It hasn't been like this for a long time, vacation is as easy as it is.

In the world of Uncle Nine, the aura is also withered.

Even if the practice is stepped up, the progress is particularly slow.

Therefore, for the past few days here, Lin Chuan didn't think about cultivation, but just came to relax.

He got up to wash, and when he came to the yard, he found that Uncle Jiu was standing at the door with a burden on his back.

Wen Cai Qiusheng didn't know what he had made, and was fined to clean the yard early.

"want to go out?"

Lin Chuan asked curiously.

"Yes."

Uncle Jiu looked at Lin Chuan with a burden on his back, and nodded.